The seawater crashed.
It also reminded the many cultivators aboard the tower ship.
Their destination for this stop, Kunpeng Sea, had arrived.
"Finally."
"Kunpeng Sea? Why isn't there any Kunpeng?"
"At this season, the Kunpeng were probably still in the north."
"No way, I thought the Kunpeng inhabited these waters year-round."
"How could that be? The Kunpeng are creatures of the Ancient Era, not confined to these waters."
"We're here, we're here. Tsk, tsk, it truly lives up to its name."
Some were excited, while others were puzzled.
Others left the tower ship directly, heading with clear purpose toward a certain area.
Kunpeng Sea.
The sea stretched boundlessly. At its farthest reaches, it connected to an expanse of azure sky.
Sea and sky merged into one, and those words were perfectly embodied before the eyes of the many cultivators.
In some places, a mist drifted over the sea. Sunlight spilled down, hazy radiance circling the mist, making it seem exceptionally transcendent and extraordinary.
Islands appeared and disappeared amid the haze, while flying vessels occasionally docked.
They landed along the sides of the islands.
Unlike the tower ships, which directly entered the sea, these flying vessels headed straight for the cultivation grounds of Kunpeng Sea.
Bifang also looked toward Kunpeng Sea.
Threads of Dao intent refracted through the air, bright and unrestrained.
There was also a soaring vitality within them.
Worthy indeed of the Kunpeng lineage, which had lived from the Ancient Era until now. There was not the slightest trace of decay.
There was only vigorous, ever-renewing life force, deeply rooted in these waters and forming an aura like a restriction.
The Kunpeng seemed demonic, yet not demonic; spiritual, yet not spiritual.
During the Ancient Era, they had also been close to the Human Path and had once followed a